Her insessant screaming drove deep within the of my dry skin. Hitting every nerve, every tender muscle, all travling throughout my body. My veins absorbed the vibrations transforming them into aggrevated hate, boiling over to the point that I couldn’t take it anymore. It’s already bad enough that the detective has shown up far earlier than expected. This said detective is in search of the sorry sack of flesh with tits that hangs from rusted chains, her feet just barely touching the ground as droplets of blood hit below her from her wrists.

Sweet little Annabelle, I watched her grown from the snot nosed brat she once was, to the fine young woman; she’s no more than 16 yrs old but yet she doesn’t satisfy this greedy inch. The need to feast, the need for crimson, the desrie to feel the warmth leave the vessel. She too will meet the fate the others of met. It truly is a sight that satiates this blood lust and raging beast deep within. What killed the mood not only her cracked whimpers that made nails on a chalk board sound like heaven. But also the unexpected detective that drove up on my vineyard three hours earlier than scheduled.

“I must apologize, my dear. But I have to cut our time short.” And with that and one last muffled scream, the knife parted the skin of her neck like soft butter. There was no resistance, her body didn’t thrash instead rather froze in shock. In a swift motion, the knife sliced her tender meat, cutting the bone as though it was made of paper machet. Everything fell silent. Annabelle’s blood poured out in quiet streams, pooling on the concrete floor. She was a small thing, and she wasn’t massive either. Plump in all the right areas. _What a waste of a stupid girl._

The monitors behind me show the detective exit her vehicle and something…happened. Time stood still, so very still I had almost thought that I died instead of poor Annabelle. The detective made the beast within claw its way to just beneath the surface. Saying it ached to have her would ba an understatement. It felt like every fiber of my soul was being torn apart.

“_You will be mine._” The beast growled.